Description: This woman is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. She wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. Her cinnamon fur is kept up in a ponytail inside a small hat. Her eyes, though not visible through her cowl, are yellow.

Personality: She is envious of other's things. She hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that she so desires. She does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: She was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to her current location. She left for the east, certain she would find work there.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Extrovert. Flaws: Greedy, Disease. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 900 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This exceptionally lanky woman wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with top hat. She has moderate length red fur. Her amber eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: She believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. She is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Sun was born in the west. At a young age she loved to build and create. Sun liked to wander the woods near her home when she was young, something she still likes to do at least once a week. She never liked modest clothing or shoes, so she would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and she developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. She hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure her.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Half-Elven artifacts is her passion; and to reunite with her old friends

Ideals: Gifted, Persistence. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Server

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This southern man is abnormally tall. He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. He has done his best to style his chestnut hair to look like a famous performer. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Don was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. After a long history of fighting, Don and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears a grey feathered hat and grey clothes. With a patchy blonde beard and wild blonde hair. His amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with music. He constantly tries to fill his life with music. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: He was born at the edge of vast plains. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Reirak took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up lance and armor he uses now. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Nature, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 60 gp.